Once my friend told me
That he has poorer friends
To assist, rather than me
This was sadly true
But unbearable for my sore heart.
But lovely now for me to tell others
The beautiful liars in the world
That flower wither, and waves roll
To heal their sore hearts.
But lovely for me to tell others
The handsome greed in the world
That also fake gold attracts the wise
But can’t drive determined souls
To slow your vigor heart.
Once my friend told me
Mum and Dad remain true world friends
God the ruler.

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